Are you wearing a stick-on tattoo?
Is that really the best you could do?
What? You were too scared to get proper ink?
What will the rest of the chapter think?
Are you wearing a stick-on tattoo?
Is that really the best you could do?
What? You were too scared to get proper ink?
What will the rest of the chapter think?
I ordered the Tarka Dal
It was like lentil soup only hotter
I was a bit disappointed
As I was expecting curried otter
Rouged cheeks
And blood red lips
Varnished nails
And tattooed flesh
Dyed sculptured hair
And black shadowed brow
Who are you?
All pierced and painted
And what have you done
With my lovely daughter?
I am always losing my keys
So, I have devised a plan
My husband is horrified
As the car might be stolen
But to my way of thinking
It’s the perfect solution
After all what could be simpler
Than leaving them in the ignition
Nelly Bligh
Caught a fly
And tied it to some thread
With some delight
She tied it tight
But then the fly was dead
There’s nothing quite so disconcerting
When you’re with a girl in a cafĂ©, flirting
Than for a mother and child to occupy
Your table and you hear the baby cry
As if the wailing is not enough to bear
Mother flops a breast out, right there
Babies cry replaced by a sucking sound
Causing diners heads to turn around
When she stops and removes the sprog
We are at first relieved and then agog
Her breast, round and smooth like silk
Is still out, the red nipple dripping milk
After the baby had been winded a bit
She then attached it to her other tit
The young girl I was chatting up and I
Could not get away though we did try
This was repeated one or twice more
Before we could escape to the door
We were trapped inside our cubicle
And forced to watch this spectacle
Dispite what we’d been forced to see
The girl agreed to go out with me
Our relationship was at its inception
We remembered to use contraception
They lack Common sense
Their failing is immense
But in their defence
It’s the addled essence
Of their adolescence